Sabastiana Pressler Poems

Days dipped in gold and honey,

Shiny, sweet and as valuable money,
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Silly sad thoughts on boring days,

Seem to come to me always,
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please help me,
im here all alone,
ive never felt so ugly,
please save me,
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how i felt about you today:

at 1am i loved you,
at 2am you annoyed me,
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I don't know much,
But one thing I do,
Is every part of me,
Never wants to lose you,
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I want to be....
With you
First thing in the morning,
Last thing at night,
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I was a poet,
And a saint for you....
A concubine,
Who thanked you...
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I can hardly understand,
All these things I feel,
Am I just bored,
Or is it really real?
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A waxy smile that never fades
Her iye makeup in different shades
Nurse, stewardess, cripple, news broadcaster
In uniforms that'd make boys hearts beat faster
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Some memories are so sharp,
They cut me like a blade,
I wish they'd disapear,
But they refuse to fade...
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